my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 12)

Prairie Songs

my novel

Chapter 12

"When we celebrate our marriage in the hall ya mas".

"Hall? So would a merrier?".

"Yahhh ... do we have to invite all our friends".

"Ah, but I do not comfortable if formally".

"Why do not we make it a garden party?."

"Well, be well!. It we can talk casually with our friends. "

voice at the other end there is no longer heard. Only the soft breath sounds are heard. Nia was always excited when talk about things that are fun and then fall asleep, her voice is always worth the the fiery when she was raging.

I hung up the phone that spend the hiss. Turned my gaze to the screen. Stared at a script that is not also completed.

I better stop writing. I need to straighten the waist and rest.

Night has been changed in the morning, I lay my body on top of a thin mattress. For a moment, took a deep breath and pray.

Hopefully our hope not just a dream ...

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in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness

The monitor is still showing the end of your e-mail read. John was silent in his chair, his mind drifted to the news on television about the conditions in the Gaza Strip last couple of days ago.

He really did not understand, how could little kids armed with slingshots and stones on the brave against soldier who has powerful and deadly weapons, how can the young men could wrap a bomb on his body and gave their lives in suicide bombing.

What kind of religion that can give birth to sane people like it?.

my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 11)

Prairie Songs
my novel
Chapter 11

New York's sunny today, but for him it still all looks bleak. Car he was driving very slowly like a creep. As he glanced to the left to the Ground Zerro he quickly looked away, trying to shake the feeling horrified when the twin towers fell.

Like hell, the car he was driving across Church Street with a very fast, trying to escape from the shadows. A moment later he swerved to the right, entering the dense Warren Street.

in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness

Ciiiiittttttttttttt.

Friction of tires on asphalt-wrenching noise as John suddenly foot down the brakes.

“Shit!”

“Aishaaa…!” One man screamed. He threw away the clothes he was holding and ran toward the street. With great fear hugged tightly and kissed a little girl who was still standing stiffly in front of John's car.

The drivers stuck their head find out what happened. With a nod to John, the man was immediately brought to the little girl was carrying at his wife who stood waiting with a face as white as cotton.

Angrily John opened the door, got out of his car. When the door slammed her gaze hit a rubber ball stuck to the front wheel of his car. He picked up the ball and then with the remnants of his anger he crossed to the right side of the road.

has just opened his mouth to explode, melt the tears in the girl face stopped him.

"Next time be careful to keep your daughter". John gave a rubber ball in his hand to the bearded man in front of him.

"Yes, sir. Thank you! ", The man nodded, feeling so guilty.

John turned back into his car, glanced at the young woman dressed completely closed and the little girl who is now in her arms. The little girl was sobbing as she hugged her mother tightly.

For a moment John drive eyes to the top of the building, to a large white text.

MASJID MANHATTAN

Masjid? Ahh… Moslem again!

John runs back his car, leaving a husband and wife who continue to soothe her with a foreign language, Malay.

Entering Broadway John remembered with some attacks against the community and the symbols of Islam in America and Erofa post-twin towers collapse. One thing that to this day he still can not understand, some surveys show that the number of new adherents of that religion would continue to increase significantly.

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